Did you too see it, drifting, all night, on the black river?Did you see it in the morning, rising into the silvery air -
An armful of white blossoms,
A perfect commotion of silk and linen as it leaned
into the bondage of its wings; a snowbank, a bank of lilies,
Biting the air with its black beak?Did you hear it, fluting and whistling
A shrill dark music - like the rain pelting the trees -
like a waterfall
Knifing down the black ledges?
And did you see it, finally, just under the clouds -
A white crossStreaming across the sky, its feet
Like black leaves, its wings
Like the stretching light of the river?
And did you feel it, in your heart, how it pertained to everything?And have you too finally figured out what beauty is for?
And have you changed your life?
© Mary Oliver.
***so, yeah, I know there is no swan in my photos....but even after a day full of rain, I have figured out what beauty is for.
7 comments:
truly beautiful..........even the one with the spider on it
its me I am back but in a new spot
Great poem, but I must say the spider shot is fantastic. I admire the time and energy you must put into finding shots like that when most of us would noisily clump by unaware.
Ahhhhhh
Dilling does it again!
That spider shot seriously kicks butt. I love it.
That spider shot is great! And this from a serious spider hater!!
ahh, such lovely signs of spring!
An Eagle took on a swan the other day - in the press. The Eagle lost.
Goooooooo Swanny!!!!!
Love the spider shot too. I've a pet spider in my shed. She's a big'un. Caz n Jax won't go near my shed. Pussy's!!!
My spider is a babe!
Beautiful poem babe. Love it. x
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